"You have three days to go to the police station and surrender. If I find out that you didn't go..."
The corners of Zhang Dagang's lips raised, and the huge pressure of the dragon's energy attacked several people. Those people lay on the ground groaning in pain.
"Go, go, we must go. We will go tomorrow. Please let us go."
Seeing those people crying and crying, Zhang Dagang put away his pressure and picked up the wooden box in the trunk. Without looking at the people lying on the ground, he walked towards Qilixiangdu.
At this moment, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
"Master, do you still remember the doctor who performed a heart stent at Capital Hospital?"
Hearing the cautious inquiry from the old man on the other end of the phone, Zhang Dagang responded.
"That doctor is lying in bed in my traditional Chinese medicine hospital now. Old man, I am really at my wits' end. Master, please come and take a look."
Li Jinggao's voice was very noisy, and he hung up the phone after receiving Zhang Dagang's response.
Zhang Dagang looked at the wooden box he was holding in his arms, and quickly returned to Qili Xiangdu after using the blast technique.
Looking at Yu Xing'er who was still lying on the bed sleeping soundly, Zhang Dagang put the wooden box on the bedside and covered her with the quilt that she dishonestly kicked off, then turned around and hurried towards the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
The lights in the traditional Chinese medicine hospital were brightly lit at this time. When Zhang Dagang arrived, the man lying on the bed was almost unconscious.
He saw Zhang Dagang coming and held Zhang Dagang's hand excitedly: "Miracle doctor, please save me. I still have a family to support, so I can't just die like this."
Seeing the man crying with tears streaming down his face, Zhang Dagang stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.
The man who should have lasted for another half month has a pulse so weak that he may die at any time and at any time.
"Have you been drinking and smoking every day lately?"
Although he is a man, Zhang Dagang's words are extremely certain.
The man admitted with an annoyed look on his face.
The tall and thick woman in the ward looked at the man on the bed and screamed angrily: "I told you not to let you eat with your bad friends. Now you lie down and they don't even ask you. Now I almost died.
Feel comfortable now!"
The woman's voice was shrill and harsh, and many men in the ward cast sympathetic glances at the male doctor on the bed.
"Li Jinggao, send out all the extra people. You stay here to help me."
Zhang Dagang's instructions made the doctors in the hospital stunned.
Li Jinggao is the name of their dean. The dean has a weird temper, but the young man in front of him dares to give orders to the dean. Maybe he is impatient.
"Okay, everyone who doesn't matter should go out and wait. We have to treat the patients now."
Li Jinggao drove the people in the ward out without saying a word.
The doctors in the hospital looked at Zhang Dagang and their dean in confusion.
The woman with the loud voice became anxious: "Shouldn't you go to the operating room to save people? How can you let such a young man save him? I don't agree."
As the woman spoke, she threw herself on her husband on the hospital bed, like an old hen protecting her calf.
Zhang Dagang's hand holding the silver needle paused and turned to look at the old man.
The old man was a little embarrassed. He turned to look at the woman and started scolding: "Are you a doctor or are we doctors? If you come to the hospital to treat illnesses and save people, you have to listen to the doctor. Either you go out now, or you can take him out with me."
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The man lying on the hospital bed saw that his woman had made the medical saint angry, and he quickly looked at Zhang Dagang, who was standing beside the hospital bed, wondering what he was thinking.
Seeing that Zhang Dagang was not angry, the man breathed a sigh of relief: "Honey, go out first. If you delay any longer, even if the Great Luo Immortal comes, you won't be able to save me."
When the woman heard what her husband said, she could only stand up reluctantly and glared at Zhang Dagang: "You are too young. I want this old gentleman to treat my husband."
Looking at the woman who still refused to give up, Zhang Dagang turned around and was about to leave the ward.
"Ahem, miracle doctor, don't leave. She is a woman and others are ignorant. Miracle doctor, don't argue with her." Probably because the movement was a bit large, the man lying on the hospital bed kept coughing, and he coughed up blood.
The woman was frightened by him and did not dare to make any more noise. She quickly lay down beside the bed and comforted the man.
"Okay, get out quickly. Even you ignorant family members don't know how many patients have been harmed." Li Jinggao really didn't like this woman, so he directly called two doctors to pull out the woman who didn't want to go out.
The ward was finally cleared. Zhang Dagang took out a silver needle and sterilized it with the real dragon's energy, then inserted it into the man's Tanzhong point.
"Is there a Western doctor in the hospital? We'll call a Western doctor later to remove the heart stent in his body." After Zhang Dagang finished his instructions, he tore the man's clothes directly and began to administer acupuncture.
After all, this man is physically younger than the old man in the capital, and treatment is easier and simpler.
After Li Jinggao called two cardiologists, he calmed down and looked at every needle Zhang Dagang injected, memorizing the method and location in his heart.
Zhang Dagang also deliberately slowed down his speed to explain to him, so that Li Jinggao could have time to remember.
As time passed by, the man's body had been pricked into a hedgehog shape.
"In ten minutes, all the silver needles will be removed, and then the patient will be pushed into the operating room to remove the stent in his body."
After Zhang Dagang finished speaking, he leaned tiredly on the sofa in the ward and fell asleep.
The old man gathered around the patient and memorized all the acupuncture points on his body where the silver needles were inserted. Combining the contents recorded in the small book, he unknowingly came up with some ideas.
Ten minutes passed quickly. The old man pulled out the silver needle from the patient, opened the door and asked several people to push the patient into the operating room.
Although this is a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, it is also equipped with a Western medicine operating room, just in case.
The woman looked at her husband who was lying unconscious on the hospital bed, and suddenly threw herself at him and howled loudly.
The old man looked at her and frowned, then ignored her and turned back to the ward.
"Master, there is a special lounge in my office. How about you go to the lounge and rest for a while?" Li Jinggao asked cautiously.
Zhang Dagang worked hard all day, and now he had no energy to rush to Qilixiangdu, so he nodded tiredly.
The old man enjoyed it very much. Zhang Dagang lay on the big golden nanmu bed specially customized by the old man, and fell asleep in a short while.
The whole night was dreamless until the next day, when Zhang Da was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.
On the other end of the phone was Yu Xing'er's slightly crying voice: "Dagang, I saw what my grandma left for me. I'm so happy."
Yu Xing'er held the cheongsam made by her grandmother in her arms and wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
Yu Xing'er also didn't expect that when she opened her eyes and saw what her grandmother had left for her, the first person she wanted to share with her after getting excited was Zhang Dagang.
Listening to Yu Xing'er's heavy crying voice, Zhang Dagang comforted her warmly while getting out of bed and putting on clothes.